Symphony in the kitchen essay

Usually, I eat delicious food cooked by my parents every day. Now I'm at my grandfather's house, and my grandparents have gone out to work, and I'm the only one at home. When I grow up, I should learn how to cook, help my grandmother with some housework, and also reflect the taste of labor.

It's better to act than to move. In order to have enough time, I came to the kitchen early to make all the preparations before I came to cook the fish. I turned on the gas stove first, and turned on the range hood by the way, at this time there was a "boom boom" sound, I got an appropriate amount of oil in the pot, put salt and ginger in the oil, and when the oil was hot, it made a "boom" sound, I put the fish into the oil again, because I just moved a little harder, the oil made a "crackling" sound, the oil splashed out of the pot, and splashed on my hands, it hurt me "ahhhh

I'll have to be careful in the future. Then I carefully flipped the fish over with a shovel. At this time, the shovel and the pot quarreled, making a "ping-pong" sound, I put some ingredients in the pot again, added some water, covered the pot, and let it cook for a while.

I only heard the sound of "coo" in the pot, and after boiling for a while, a burst of fragrant aroma greeted me, and I involuntarily opened the lid of the pot, tasted the taste, and put a little seasoning. When the soup is white, I use a shovel to shovel the fish onto a plate. Then, I turned on the faucet to rinse the pot.

Suddenly, when the water was rinsing the pot, there was a "bang, bang, bang" sound. I sautéed a plate of tomatoes and a plate of greens in the same way, and finally I served the dishes.

The "boom, boom, boom" sound of the range hood, the "whoop" sound made when the oil is hot, the "crackling" sound made by the action a little harder, and the "ping pong" sound when the shovel and the pot quarrel ......It makes up a kitchen symphony.

When my grandparents came home, they saw the dishes on the table and gave me approving looks. Today, although I am very tired, I have experienced the hard work of my grandparents and parents, and I have also experienced the taste of labor!

I eat delicious food cooked by my parents every day.

One day, I walked into the kitchen and saw all the kitchen utensils dancing, and suddenly a fool appeared, picked his toes twice, dug out two pieces of boogers, and came out.